Harold McCain: Hey, why would you need me at all? Your job here is to keep people away, isn't it?
Columbo: Oh, the traffic boys, they handle that. No, sir, I'm just waiting for more of my crew. Look at that. Even the tires are custom. Oh, I don't mind admitting, sir, this buggy sure caught my eye. See, I got a foreign car, too. It's French. I don't know if you noticed it. It's parked down there in the street?
Harold McCain: No, I didn't.
Columbo: Oh.
Harold McCain: What is your job, Lieutenant?
Columbo: Homicide.
Harold McCain: On a hit-and-run case?
Columbo: Oh, don't let that worry you, sir. And particularly not Mrs. McCain. But the violent death of anyone as well-known as Big Fred, we gotta look into it, just to make double-triple sure, that's all. Besides, our chief... he's the biggest Stallions fan in Los Angeles, if you understand what I'm saying.
Harold McCain: I guess so.
Columbo: Yeah.
Harold McCain: [a police car approaches] That's your crew now, right?
Columbo: No, no, no, no. That's the accident detail. There must be a dozen of 'em in the neighborhood by now. But, you know, I was just thinking. When the people start trampling around here...
[opens the door to Big Fred's car]
Columbo: ... we don't want 'em poking into this. There's gotta be some button you can push to lock the doors.
Harold McCain: Yeah, that's a good idea. Yeah, this was Uncle Fred's pride and joy.
Columbo: Yeah. And if we have to move it, I'm sure we can find a key.
